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FOREST DARK - IMAGINATION
A sharp inhalation of breath. Mine.
There! Did you hear the snap of a twig?
Wishing you are not on you own? No, I’m fine.
Pressing on. Carefully. A small touch of fear
That thrilling nervousness. Presaging excitement.
Is it possible someone is near?
I can’t see anything. Only hear.
Where are the others? I don’t want to know.
With their inane chatter banishing the magic
Of moments ...
Wednesday 21st January 2015 3:46 pm
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